H E R body jerks violently. She feels carried into the darkness that she had never seen.

She found herself in the darkroom in the basement made just for her. Her eyes look around at the various equipment used on her. She felt the need to vomit, but she knows if she allowed it to pass her lips, there will be consequences.

She looked down to find herself barely covered in any material. She had no idea how long she had been here and what date it was. It wasn't a surprise that no one came for her because no one ever cares for her unless they need her for their pleasure. Her voice remained shut throughout as she had learned at her early age that sick minds like to hear the sound of weak suffering because that begging brings pleasure to them.

No matter how bad it gets, no matter how much it hurt she will never say a word. It's not like she had never used her voice, she did and she regrets it.

Her body was bleeding from the force used on her. There were many scratches, cuts and bruises that were inflicted on her for pleasure. She never felt any pleasure from them.

She never learned what pleasure of body meant. But she knows it wasn't this. That was what she learned later in her life.

She was sold to be a slave.

She heard the loud noise of the metal door of the basement opening and closing with the sound of the rod following as he steps down the stairs.

She shrinks back behind a cupboard because her body can't take anymore. She shivers as she tries her best to stay hidden. Who was she deceiving?

"What is there to hide from me, sweetheart?"

"Come out, come out where ever you are". Ibrahim (her first husband) lust-filled voice called

His tactics were not new neither were his voice. He was a devil. A creation of satan or maybe his partner as he had sold his soul to him. His black eyes turns, looking at her making her eyes widen as the predator look in his dark black eyes caused her inside to turn.

He was a psychopath who feels pleasure through pain. Not by giving himself pain but giving it to others. His crimes list was long. He was becoming more violent, aggressive and bloodthirsty.

He was everything.

Everything a human shouldn't be.

He smirks that smirk that meant she was going to die tonight.

She will die or he might, who knows?.

She screams, opening her eyes, looking at her hands to find the bloodstains on them. She looks around to find herself in the basement, where she couldn't even breathe anymore. Her breathing came out in her pants as she tries to moves but falls down the bed instead.

She runs towards her bathroom, opening the hot shower while her body shakes in terror.

"Sweetheart, look what you did to me". She heard Ibrahim voice

She pushes her hair away as she opens her eyes. She found his eyes looking at her with accusation. The blood pours out of his various part, creating a pool on his feet.

"You deserved it".

She continued to scream to block his image out of her head for a few minutes. She felt her breathing hitched as she remembers the blood on her hands.

"Caira". Someone screamed

She heard the loud crashing of the door.

She closes her eyes, repeating the same line, 'leave me alone, 'you deserve'. She opens her eyes to find the tub filling with water turning the colour of the blood. She screamed louder to pull away from it. But it started to drown her.

"Caira, look at me". She heard someone coax

She blinks her eyes repeatedly for minutes, opening them to find Rayyan sitting right in front of her making her gasp as she moves back. She looked around for Ibrahim and the blood.

"B-Blood".

Rayyan looks at her broken eyes shining in undesirable pain knowing, her soul was ripping apart within her in such a painful way that no one can imagine. Her eyes still had layers so many that one can never get in the depth of them.

He smiles sadly, sitting with crossed legs to show he doesn't mean any harm to her. He places crossed his hands at the edge of the tub, with his head on them, looking intently at her eyes that were looking at him, observing his every move as he will pounce at her any minute.

She frowns, looking into his eyes that were trying to reach her over her pain. However, the shield she made years ago was nowhere going to break.

"What colour is the water, Caira?" He asked tenderly, as if he was trying to teach her something for the first time, "Tell me. I want to know".

"B-Blue". Her voice was hoarse from the screaming

"How will you describe blue?" He asked, moving his hand to move his finger on the water, showing that it was no harm to her

"Deep?" She said. frowning looking at his hand moving in front of her attentively, not anywhere touching her

But the way his long fingers move around so freely seems interesting to her. They were long, rough and maintained nicely. She wants to touch it.

She moves to hold his hand, bringing it out and in front of her eyes, placing it on top of her hand, looking at his unharmed fingers and no blood on them.

"Y-You are ok?" She asked, looking at his long slender finger completely fine as she tilts her hear trying to find any fault in them

"So are you". He said, not answering her question but assuring her smiling at her antics which he finds endearing

But the way her soft hands were just below his hard ones, he wanted to hold them so desperately as if that simple touch will revive his soul. He wanted to link their fingers together and hold her hand for a long time. His eyes look at the small mark around her wrist that show now when she holds his hand, making her cloth rise from there. Those look like a pattern he had seen somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

How much that must have hurt?

"Now look around and tell me few things you see". He asked, amused that she likes looking at his hand that she didn't once move her eyes from it

Although when he had held her that night, she almost loses her mind. And here they are in her bathroom talking.

She frowns, not liking how he asked her to do something. But she wasn't in her right mind. She looks around to find things as he asked.

"Tub, shower, sink.....". She said, trailing off there were many things

"Is tub filled with water?" He asked, gently not wanting her to go back to her hyperventilating

She looks down, a little scared, as she holds his hand tightly in her hearing him taking a deep intake of breath. She found only water in the tub, nothing else.

"Water".

"Good".

Perhaps it was this time of the night where the darkness and lights clash together outside as sun and moon. Because right now, right this very moment, she appears to be the most innocent pure soul to him. Like she has just descended from heaven- an angel free from any sins and darkness of the world.

"Change and come down. I will boil some milk for you".

She scrunches her nose in distaste, not liking the idea of milk that he suggested. That was one of the things she can never drink. She never had milk, there isn't even any in her apartment. She discharged a week ago. She forced him and his mother to shift with her.

She saw many new things in her kitchen after bringing them in that she never had before, one being food. Food is not her priority. She eats a piece of bread and lives for a day or more.

She trained to live on little to no food.

He watches her amuse at her reaction to his suggestion, her face clearly showing her disliking towards milk that he had asked her to drink alcohol, she does love alcohol more. He shakes his head with a smile, asking her to come down, not wanting to leave her on her own. He had seen her being a ghost at every single. He found her at random places in her apartment, in some night watching her eyes that shows like she was scared of sleeping. She will always stay quiet, so quiet that one can think she is a human, her steps are gentle without any noise. She will always be in her thoughts away from this world.

He understands that today when he heard her screaming her lung out. He had never been more horrified in his life to witness anything. He shudders, thinking of the way she looked in that tub.

Like a dead body. A living corpse.

She always seems so distant and dead. She didn't even come out in these days they have been here. He barely sees her besides the nights. His mother had been asking him to not live like this, but he couldn't bring himself to take the responsibility to find another home, too scared of ending with the same type of people as before.

It's hard.

His mother wants him to get married to the sister of his sister's husband. He rejected it. The woman in the proposal didn't excite him or makes him curious.

Is he comparing Sofia to her?

He heard throat-clearing, turning around to find her in a new pair of clothes and he has noticed that her clothes always remain the same black colour consisting of trousers and a baggy sweater, jacket or so on nothing new. He remembers when he saw her in that white clothes which seem so beautiful.

There were few marks on her face from the incident clenching his hand as anger builds inside him. He continued to observe her angelic features.

She sits on the kitchen stool, waiting for him. He places a yellow liquid in front of making her frown.

"Just one sip if you don't like it, then I will take it back".

She clicks her tongue to her cheeks, nodding, taking the glass towards her lips, taking a long sip allowing the liquid to go down her throat and the taste of it immediately coming to her senses.

She licks her lips drinking all of it in one go placing the glass back on the counter with a thud wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"More".

He raises his eyebrows because he made just one glass for her. The other glass was from him and he had drunk from it already. But he cannot say no to that face as he immediately passes his glass after looking at her face as she drowns it one go again.

"More".

He chuckles lightly, "No more. That was it".

"Make it".

He shakes his head, "Too much isn't good. I promise I will make some tomorrow".

"No". She scowls

"Ok fine. If you smile, I will". He bargained, hoping that she smile because he had imagined it like a thousand time

Her eyebrow seizes together, not sure how she can do that. She hasn't truly smile in her time. She did learn to smirk, so she does that instead of hoping he accepts that.

"I said smile. Like an actual smile". He elaborated, "You know people do that when they are happy?"

Her lips fall looking at her hands as she tries to understand how she can smile an actual one? Is it like the one he gives her?

"I don't know what happy means".

"Hard?" He asked, not liking that her mood suddenly went down, "It's fine. Can you say my name instead?"

She nodded enthusiastically, "That's easy. Rayyan".

"Again".

"Rayyan". She said softly, watching him in amusement the way his grins only widen

"What is happening here?" They heard someone's hard voice breaking their moment